But quickly, she pulled out some photos from her phone and shoved them in my face.

The phone displayed picture after picture of a rural wedding banquet.

Martin and Linda had actually held a wedding in the countryside!

Linda then showed me the deed to the mansion she was living in, claiming it was the house Martin had bought her as their marital home!

That was my money!

Rage surged within me, almost making me cough up blood.

Linda kicked me hard again, then showed the photos to the surrounding patients and their families.

"This mistress not only won't admit her guilt, but she's also trying to pin the blame on me! Too bad I have evidence!"

"Everyone, take a look! These are the wedding photos of me and my husband. I'm his legally wedded wife!"

"Now, this mistress dares to pose as the real wife! I've never seen anyone so shameless!"

The patients and families, who had just been watching the scene unfold, now started to chime in.

"A mistress like that shouldn't be treating people! And she's the department head, too!"

"She's probably sleeping her way to the top, being so young and already a department head!"

"They should fire her! A mistress doesn't deserve to be a doctor!"

Hearing the crowd talk like this, Linda became even more triumphant.

"The public is wise! If I were you, I'd jump off this building right now!"

I lay on the ground, weakly looking toward one of the bystanders.

"Could someone please call security? I swear, I'm not a mistress."

Linda grabbed a cup of water from someone nearby and poured it over me.

Luckily, the water wasn't too hot, so it didn't burn me.

"You wretched woman! No one's going to help you call security!" Linda was still filming me with her phone. "Did everyone see that? This mistress still won't admit her guilt! What do you all think it'll take to make her confess?"

"Pull out her nails? Cut off her ears? Shave her head?"

Listening to Linda read out the comments, I felt both angry and terrified.

"You wouldn't dare! Even if no one calls security, they'll be patrolling here soon. By then, there will be no escape for you!"

Linda let out a maniacal laugh. "No escape? I'll make sure you have no escape first!"

She glanced at her brothers.

"Smash all the hospital equipment! I heard these machines are worth millions each. Break them all, and let's see how she can afford to pay for it!"

I widened my eyes in shock. "There are still patients in the hospital! If you destroy the equipment, what will happen to them?"

But Linda sneered, waving her hand.

The men ran into the treatment rooms and examination areas, smashing the equipment with all their strength.

I watched as the machines were destroyed one by one, collapsing to the ground in despair, feeling utterly helpless.

Seeing my weakened state, Linda became even more pleased with herself. She spotted a row of test tubes in my office and reached for them.

I struggled to move forward, trying to stop her. "Put them down! Those are patient samples for testing!"

Linda let go, and the test tubes shattered on the floor.

I nearly fainted from the shock, barely catching my breath. When I saw her pick up a pile of patient records, ready to tear them apart, I weakly asked, "What do you really want?"

Linda filmed me as she spoke.

"This wretched mistress still has the nerve to ask what I want. I'm going to make sure you never work as a doctor again! You'll be ridiculed for the rest of your life!"

She started reading the comments again.

"Support the sister! I'll throw rotten vegetables at her!"

"I'll throw rotten eggs!"

"That's the way! Make sure she can't work or show her face in public again!"

Leaning against the wall, I stood up, dragging my broken leg as I walked toward her. I reached out to grab the phone she was using to livestream.

But she was faster than me. Not only did I fail to grab the phone, but she also caught hold of my hair, shoving my face right into the phone's camera.

"Did everyone see? This mistress dared to try and snatch my phone! Now she's finally embarrassed, but it's too late!"

"I suddenly feel like this isn't enough. Should I disfigure her face?"

My heart skipped a beat.

From somewhere, Linda pulled out a knife and pressed it against my cheek. The blade was sharp, and my face was immediately cut, the pain so intense I nearly screamed.

"I'd like to see how you'll seduce my husband after your face is ruined!"

She grabbed my neck with one hand and held a knife near my face with the other.

"Tell me, should I carve 'bitch' on your face, or 'slut'? How about both?"

I didn't dare move. I could only try pleading with the onlookers, "Whoever helps me, I'll give you my watch! It's worth two million!"

The crowd exploded.

"Two million!"

"I'll go get security!"

"I know that watch! It's really worth two million!"

But Linda sneered, "That watch is fake. How could a mistress have a two-million-dollar watch?"

She glared at the crowd, "I dare anyone to get security! I'll beat you too!"

The crowd fell silent.

Linda's brothers stormed into my office.

"Linda, don't worry, we've smashed everything that can be smashed!"

"And anything that couldn't be smashed, we cut the wires!"

Linda nodded in satisfaction.

My heart bled. The hospital equipment was expensive, but that was the least of my worries. Some of it had taken months to arrive from overseas.

Linda slashed another cut across my face.

"Looks like just ruining your face isn't enough," her eyes trailed down to my hand. "I'll ruin your hand today, so you'll be useless for the rest of your life!"

I was stunned by her words.

My face could be injured, but not my hands.

If my hands were crippled, how would I ever perform surgery again?

"No!" I hid my hands behind me, "If you dare touch my hands, you'll regret it!"

But the pain in my expression only excited Linda further.

She pointed her phone at me and continued her live stream.

"Everyone, take a good look! This bitch cares most about her hands, and I'm about to stab them!"

"This is what happens to mistresses! They'll never be doctors again!"

With that, Linda raised the knife and aimed it at my hand.

"Stop!" I screamed, "If you stab me, I swear I'll kill you!"

Linda smirked and continued to bring the knife down.

I struggled free from her grasp, dragging my fractured leg as I ran.

Blood streamed down my face, and my entire body hurt. Cold sweat soaked me.

"Stop her!" Linda shouted.

The crowd quickly surrounded me, blocking my escape.

"Please, let me go! I have surgery to perform. My hands can't be injured..."

Before I could finish, one of Linda's brothers grabbed me and threw me to the ground.

My injured face scraped against the floor, sending waves of pain through me.

"Hold her hand to the ground!" Linda, clutching her belly, crouched beside me with a menacing look, raising the knife towards my hand.

"Wait, even if she's a mistress, just beating her up is enough. There's no need to cripple her hand," someone from the crowd whispered.

Linda immediately snapped back, "She ruined my family! I'm already being merciful by not killing her. Are you siding with her? Are you a mistress too?"

Someone in the crowd echoed Linda, "Exactly! The wife has every right to beat a mistress. Who else would sympathize with a mistress?"

The person who had spoken up backed off, no longer daring to say anything.

"If anyone else speaks up for her, I'll show your faces to everyone on this live stream. Let's see what the supporters of mistresses look like!"

With that, Linda plunged the knife into my hand.

Blood gushed out, staining the floor red.

The pain was so intense that my vision went black. I struggled, but a foot stomped on my injured leg.

Linda pulled the knife out, and I screamed in agony. Then she stabbed it into my hand again, and I almost passed out from the pain.

I bit my lip so hard it bled, trying to stay conscious.

My hand was destroyed.

Since I was a child, I had always wanted to be a doctor. I had spent years studying, passing countless exams, and undergoing extensive training to become one.

My parents had even built this hospital for me, so I could practice medicine freely, away from the corruption of other hospitals.

And up until now, my surgery success rate had been 100%. My mentor said that if I honed my skills further, I could become even better.

But now, my success rate would forever remain at 100%, because I would never perform surgery again.

In moments of extreme pain, people sometimes find hidden strength. I broke free from their hold and ran to my office, hoping to call the police.

But before I could reach my phone, Linda grabbed me again, kicking me to the ground and stomping on my right hand.

The pain was unbearable. Cold sweat dripped from my body as my vision went dark, and I passed out.

But the next second, someone forcefully pinched my philtrum.

"You don't deserve to faint. Wake up!"

I weakly opened my eyes to see Linda's vicious smile.

She ground her foot into my right hand, looking around at the crowd like a victor.

"If you dare be a mistress, you must bear the consequences!"

Suddenly, a group of security guards rushed over.

They finally realized something was wrong.

I struggled to look at them.

"These people smashed the hospital and injured me! Arrest them all!"

"And call the police!"

The police arrived quickly. As soon as Linda saw them, she shouted, "Gloria Yukio is a mistress! She stole my husband!"

But she hadn't expected the police to coldly glance at her. "We checked the household registration system after receiving the call. Gloria and Martin registered their marriage five years ago. They are legally married."

The onlookers were shocked, whispering amongst themselves.

Linda's face changed dramatically. "Impossible! My husband and I had a wedding ceremony! We're a real couple. You're not real police. You're actors hired by Gloria."

The security guards immediately detained everyone Linda had brought with her.

Though they were strong, the security team I hired—due to concerns about medical disputes—was professional and easily subdued them.

"Why are you arresting me? Gloria is the mistress! If you're going to arrest someone, arrest her! You can't side with her just because you work for the same hospital!"

"And I'm pregnant! My husband is rich! If something happens to me, you'll be in big trouble!" Linda emphasized, sticking out her belly.

Hearing this, the security guards hesitated.

"Yeah, mistresses deserve to be punished. You can't side with a mistress!"

Someone from the crowd supported Linda.

At my signal, the security guards helped me up and leaned me against the wall.

"Arrest them. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility." I forced myself to stay conscious, watching blood flow from my right hand.

Based on my medical experience, the nerves in my hand were severed. My hand was ruined.

The security guards quickly restrained Linda.

Linda screamed, "Is there no law left? You're arresting the wife instead of the mistress! I'm going to report this hospital for injustice!"

When the security guards didn't release her, she started wailing.

"Oh no, my stomach hurts! Let go of me! I'm carrying my husband's only male heir! If anything happens to the baby, my husband will never forgive you!"

The surrounding crowd stirred uneasily at her words.

"You need to let her go! She's pregnant! You have no conscience!"

But I remained silent, and the security guards didn't move either.

A moment later, the police arrived, and the security guards handed over the offenders.

An eager onlooker rushed to tell the police, "Officer, this hospital is corrupt! This pregnant woman came here to deal with a mistress, and they arrested her!"

"The security guards can't tell right from wrong! They're just listening to that mistress. You need to intervene!"

The police coldly eyed the crowd.

"This pregnant woman committed a crime."

The crowd became even more agitated.

"Mistresses aren't criminals, but beating them is? Mistresses deserve to be beaten to death!"

"Beat the mistress!"

"Beat the mistress!"

The crowd started chanting energetically.

I finally recovered enough to speak, "Officer, this pregnant woman brought people here, destroyed hospital equipment, and crippled my hand! I will not accept any mediation. I want them imprisoned and fully compensated for all my losses!"

Linda, still restrained by the security guards, snarled and lunged at me, "You wretched mistress! How dare you have me arrested! I'll kill you!"

The officer frowned and addressed the security guards, "Please escort her to the police car."

Linda struggled more fiercely, screaming, "Let go of me! The police are hitting me! The police are siding with a mistress!"

Someone in the crowd began filming, narrating, "Look, everyone! Something shocking is happening! The police are siding with a mistress and arresting the wife!"

She managed to break free from the security guard and reached out to scratch the officer's face.

"Assaulting a police officer is a serious offense," the officer said as he restrained her. "A wedding doesn't make a marriage legal."

But Linda became even more hysterical, "You liar! Is there no justice in this society? Mistresses have become so arrogant! I'm going to call the police!"

She started punching and kicking the officer.

The officer finally lost patience, "Do you not understand what I'm saying? Dr. Gloria and Martin are legally married. Moreover, Dr. Gloria has another identity that you might not know about—she's the daughter of Dave Yukio. Does she need to become a mistress?"

The onlookers were all stunned.

"Dave? Isn't he the richest man in our city?"

But Linda still didn't believe it. Shocked, she began cursing again.

"How could she be the daughter of the richest man? She's just a lowly mistress! If she's so rich, why would she work here as a lousy doctor?"

Others chimed in.

"Exactly, that shameless mistress, how could she be the daughter of the richest man?"

I smiled calmly, not intending to argue with these people any longer.

The policeman looked at Linda sternly. "Dr. Gloria works at this hospital because this hospital is solely owned by her."

Linda was instantly stunned, and the policeman directly led her out.

"Honey! Are you okay?" Martin rushed into the hospital from outside, "I was at work when I heard something happened to you!"

Linda immediately ran over from the policeman's side, one hand on her belly and the other pointing at me, glaring at Martin angrily.

"Martin, now you care about me, right? It's too late! The mistress you found bullied me and even brought fake cops to scare me!"